The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1887-01-28

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if you don't mind the trouble, to carry
home dozen or so to your sweet
mother. Many's the dozen she has or
dered from us in the past, when, per
haps, we haven't been able to supply
her. One can not forget that fact, you
know, in hurry. So there they are.
Miss Josephine, all hot and ready-but-
tered, for don't think you know how
to do it yourself You had better 90
out this way, by the side door, and then
no one will be the wiser for the favor
you've done me-
For one brief instant her worn. pale
faced companion had bent down i'm
pulsiyely and laid her own soft cheek
against Elsie 5, and the next, wholly
unable to speak, she had disappeared.
"a rather heavier mailbag tonight
than usual, wasn't it, Elsie?"
eyes, aunt. Thank you for doing it
up for me. At any rate. the registered
letters did not occupy you a long
while" 49, -.sss.,assu,~a-~
49, CuIIV.
Meanwhile Elsie had been engaged in
penning dozen words or more upon
large sheet of letter-paper, and the fol-
lowing morning, side by side with the
well-known muffin and trumpet"
statement, appeared the following:
"A young lady, clever and well-educated de.
sires at once good morning or daily engage
lent references. Apply for particulars within"
"All that advertising in the news
papers is only throwing money away"
unused Elsie. "Tll manage things for
her little better in this way, perhaps.
shall never forget her miserably care
worn face last evening""
Miss Josephine had, in a most mex
plicable way, won the woman's entire
sympathy. and also admiration, of
Elsie. And yet the latter never seemed
to forget the difference in station that
she considered still existed between her
favorite and herself. She only knew
that the lawyers daughter was a very
model of sweet patience, and that she
and all at home were as poor as any
church-mOuse.
''r:~'
II.
"Oh, myn' exclaimed little Bob
Travers that morning, as the letters
were brought in. "What shoals of let
tiers! What a lot of governesses we
shall have, mother! do declare if it
won't be just like an evening party"
'Hold your tongue, Bobr' urged his
father, peremptorily. "Leave the
ROOM"
Letters of Importance had to be dis
cussed, most of them bearing reference
to what Bob had termed the "evening
party" Some applicants declared they
were experienced, because middle
lged. Others asserted that they were
young, and therefore generally re-
o,c:1ed as having an attractive way
18th children; which latter statement
was yet worse. The last-described
young ladies would perhaps prove at
tractive in other ways, and fall des-
pcrately in love with the quiet bachelor
Uncle Fred. No, that wouldn't do at
all, and in a decided fit of ill-humor
Bob's father threw the entire batch OF
letters into the fire. AS usual, when
perturbed in mind, "mother" turned
the current of conversation by address
ing Uncle Fred.
81 wish, when passing Janet Isles
to-day. you would ask for our maya
zines"
All was hurrv-skurry, rs usual, three
or four hours later on in the post-office.
A variety of small packages required
immediate weighing; and it was at this
'ery juncturc that Uncle Fred placed
his foot upon the threshold. Some
hing had, however, just caught his
we, and without more ado he beat
TASTY retreat-not, however, to great
distance off.
1.-The very thing!" he calculated.
There! We have been hunting about
Ill this while-and to what purpose?
Particulars within Ehp Why, I'll
20 in at once and inquire"
Uncled Fred was widower, and had
therefore made his home of late years
with his sister Polly's family. ANY
thing, he thought, was better than liv-
ing along. He was rich, too, and n
highly cultivated man, with peculiar
faculty also for engaging in the per-
Torrance of kindly actions. Like the
rest of the family. however. he had only
lately come into the neighborhood.